#adorable either way 🤧🤧🤧

[rainnbepourin]

😭🤧

[killuaisaprincess]

🧁🧁🧁

Ah… Gon swears this has happened before… again… and again…

But he really can’t resist Killua’s cute face!

“I don’t wanna… do it for me! You’ve got big dumb strong arms!”

After Killua says that, his face falls, and then he squeaks.

Gon smirks.

“I do?”

[xiao-come-home]

thinking ab boothill meeting a fellow (short tempered) bounty hunter reader who he brawled with after he thought they were trying to steal his mark. reader eventually just starts aiming for his head after finding out the rest of his body is made of metal. the fight ends in a stalemate because they start arguing over why he isn't wearing a helmet after he tried dodging a kick by ducking and they just slammed their heel on his head, much to his displeasure.

"OW! WHAT THE *DUCK* IS WRONG WITH YOU??"

"IT'S LITERALLY THE ONLY PLACE ON YOUR BODY THAT'S NOT DEFENDED WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH *YOU*"

"GOIN' FOR THE HEAD'S CHEATIN', YOU *ADORABLE*-"

(incredulous tone) "UHHH HUH I WENT FOR YOUR HEAD BECAUSE YOUR BODY IS MADE OF FUCKING *METAL* YOU FREAK"

"GO TO HEAVEN"

"EAT SHIT"

and then they end up making out somehow

Rubs hands together mischievously 🤧

Oh dear, Boothill didn't actually think you'd go for his head.. I mean, probably because no one else really thought of that before when they fight with him, not that they have time to decide where they want to attack him before seeing stars...

Yet here you are, trying to do just that. Better yet, your mouth doesn't seem to be better, making just as much foul noise as him! Now he's actually even more ready to fight!

Except.. the poor thing just finds itself rubbing his head, groaning from the pulsing pain.

Rightfully so, you point out the weaknesses that's his vulnerable head compared to the rest of his body, but Boothill gets up and points one of his fingers at you, angrily yelling back, "Just what the duck is wrong with you! This is cheatin'! Fight me like you mean it, you adorable—"

Even though you truly (although quite as loud as him) explain why you did it, Boothill just doesn't have it, accusing you of taking the easy way, and demanding a rematch, a fair rematch, in his words. You refuse, crossing your arms and reminding him how just a while ago, someone was moaning on the floor from the pain.

"Ah! So you're bein' a coward, cutie! Go hug yourself! AND face me again when you get sum nerve!"

You gasp at his words, pulling him by his collar, "Just what did you say to me, you—"

Your words fall apart when Boothill takes advantage of the closeness and kisses you; his lips, surprisingly soft, feel so right against yours - he doesn't know why he felt the urge to just shut you up this way, and he acted on it, but there's no turning back.

He pulled away first, slightly unsure of what comes next, as you didn't kiss him back, but neither did you push him away - he waits for your answer, unable to say anything himself, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"What— what was that!" You cover your mouth with your hand, feeling the warmth on your cheeks, "either way! As I was saying, don't you dare call me a coward ever again!"

Boothill grabs your chin firmly with his hand, a smug grin adorning his face, "oh really now? Then kiss me again, sugar."

He gets closer; you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

"Don't hold back."

[crystallizsch]

Trouble? You're only in trouble if you get caught. So don't let me catch you ~

uhhhhh say hi to jamil and yuusha's kid jas(mine) pt 2 (also here and here are like my only two other posts of her)

HFDDF OKAY SO - i actually had these unfinished sketches from months ago of jas as a nrc student and scarabia housewarden

this sneaky little bastard (affectionate) had never left my cranium she was just sitting idly by

im sobbing i hate jas so much (lie i love her)

jamil and yuusha still aren't supposed to have a kid so i just imagine this to be an alternate timeline for them 🤧🤧🤧

soooo info dump time ---

━━━━━━✦ scarabia housewarden nrc jas

jas has a vice-housewarden who is her childhood best friend (figuring out if i want them to be twst rajah or abu)

also thinking about if i want yuusha to be a staff member in nrc with grim or just dead during this time (why? just because)

no further info tbh, scarabia housewarden jas is just vibing

━━━━━━✦ child jas stuffs

i'm SO indecisive about her design as a toddler/preteen lowkey 😭

she was very sweet as a toddler but somewhere along the line she just became more carefree and chaotic

jas is a mama's girl but is more alike with her father than she cares to admit

octavinelle trio and heartslabyul duo + grim are like the honorary uncles (jas's favorites are floyd, ace, and grim bc they sometimes enable her with shenanigans)

even though jas has favorite uncles, najma is the favorite favorite. i imagine she's just the cool aunt

if mama yuu is "shrimpy" then jas is a "tiger prawn" (bc rajah)

jas LOVES doing people's hair including her own; would rather do them by hand rather than by magic

jamil showed jas how to breakdance once and it became ingrained in her personality ever since

(there's probably still more about her that i'm forgetting but this is it for now)

━━━━━━✦ bonus future jamiyuu stuff because i miss them

jamil took yuusha's last name surprise surprise (if they get married)

i imagine after nrc they'd be travelling together actually, not necessarily settling down

(i'm REALLY not 100% on them settling down and having a kid but i still love jas a lot so im so conflicted) (that's why aus exist 😔✨)

(and if hypothetically they do settle down i think yuusha being staff in nrc with grim + maybe jamil who travels for work (or being a house husband??? maybe they alternate roles) can be adorable ideas)

━━━━━━✦ (i also had this thing that i never posted about that one trope of a fankid finding themselves in nrc bc of portal/time/mirror shenanigans)

(jamil found both of them asleep somewhere and refuses to wake them up)

also some bonus tidbits about this scenario with them:

💜: Is she a family member of yours? How'd she get here?

🐍: I have never seen that child in my life before now. And there's no way I could have missed news about a new relative of mine.

💜: You know how ridiculous it sounds if she's related to me. I'm not from here. She even looks more like you!

🐍: Jas has the same color of eyes as you. Didn't you tell me she mistook you for her mother?

💜: ...Yeah, but I don't like what you're implying.

🐍: Well, I'm not exactly happy with this either.

they're just both in denial of the implication of this child existing and neither of them is saying it out loud.

and the angst/wholesomeness(???) of jamil asking jas's full name and hearing that she has her mother's last name instead of his

eventually they grew attached (unfortunately) until somehow they send jas home to her original timeline

and then they finally have a real conversation about what all that was about

anyways thank you for reading if you've made it this far;;; end tweet

[emmyrosee]

IM GOING TO SAY THIS 😘 AND THEN IM GOING TO RUN. 🏃🏻‍♀️VERY FAR AWAY, 💃DO NOT LOOK AT ME, DO NOT PERCEIVE ME OKAY??? AVERT YOUR EYES AND FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED. I’m exposing myself here again 🤩

…so I would like to be chased… by one of our boys… yes I said OUR. 🤧 BY KUROO. THE FIRST BOY IN HAIKYUU I FELL IN LOVE WITH.

but. I want him(.) to just give you a look?? randomly??? that screams “run” EITHER when he’s in a playful mood (maybe he’ll work you up a bit first, get you into the same playful mood he’s in with some teasing. bc we all know HE’D BE SO GOOD AT THAT. SLY MF.) OR bc you’re in a super high energy mood and need to be dealt with. and you get chased around after, adrenaline SO high. what happens when you eventually get caught? who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️ (he knows)

and and and he might just make it fun, if you manage to hide from him, he’d turn it into a game somehow. Literally do not look at me please. stop it, look away. I’m embarrassed for some reason. But if I’m gonna expose myself I’m at least gonna do it where I feel SAFE (your ask box). And Ik I won’t be JUDGED (bc we are of similar mind when it comes to our boys I feel like). (and maybe after the makeshift hide and go seek game there’s cuddles on the bed and super sweet kisses and just lots of softness from your big baby of a bf who just wants to have childish fun with you :((( cause he loves having fun w the love of his life ☹️) this was a mess bc for some reason when I’m sappy like this I cannot articulate what I want to say properly :(

THIS IS LONG WOW!!! and once again, NO RUSH AT ALL!!!! PUT IT ON THE BACK-BURNER ITS TOTALLY OKAY!!!! it’s just a funky little thought after all 😋

anon <3

GOD I LOVE OUR BOYFRIEND!!!!

So here’s the thing right? Here’s what’s cool about Kuroo- arguably, the only thing cool about Kuroo bc he’s a dweeb.

Basically, his entire life, he spent messing with people, but his real practice and the reason he’s so good, is because of Kenma. His first victim, but also the one who he learned the art of body language and subtleties about communication. It’s something Kenma warned you about when you first started dating, but judging by the immediate ruffle Kuroo have his hair, you know Kenma wasn’t being too serious.

So, because of the pudding head I adore so much, Kuroo knows exactly how you’re feeling regarding certain play fighting tactics, or if you’re not in the mood when he can then go gentle and just have you in his arms.

He’s cool like that.

For example, just four days ago, you clearly needed a small jostle of playful affection, some playful attention, but you were so busy to ask and just let it go. But tetsuro knew better; he could see the way your breath would hitch when he’d make you laugh, or bring you food and gently rub your back. His touch seemed to jostle you; you just wouldn’t give in.

He’s fed up, and he’s gonna make you give in, he’s made that clear.

“Hey booger,” he hums, strolling in and hooking his chin over your typing shoulder. His eyes flick to the glass of water he poured you hours ago, seemingly untouched and sweating onto the coaster. “Have you taken a break yet?”

“Don’t need one.”

“Liar.”

“Do not start with me, Tetsuro,” you mumble, putting pressure on your temples. “I just need to bang this out and be done with it. I’ll be done in a few hours.”

He goes silent. And you pause your fingers before looking over your shoulder at him.

He’s not happy.

“Did you just sass me?”

He can practically hear your heartbeat pause in your little chest. Still looking at him, you shake your head. "Are you sure? Because, like, it feels like you sassed me."

He sees the cogs in your head turning. He sees the way you're trying to fight back your smirk.

"So you can figure out when I'm sick of you."

"Gonna make you real sick of me," he snarls, and just as he makes a threatening dart towards you, you shriek and dash away, abandoning your work and searching for a place to save yourself.

Because you know Kuroo is going to save your work. And tidy up the space, and book mark your page, all before making true on his promise and sprinting after you.

And like... you're never hard to find, and that's indicator #2 that you want this more than anything.

When he finds you on the opposite side of the bed (like, seriously? you have so much better than that in the arsenal), he just manhandles you onto the bed, your smacking palms and kicking feet doing little to deter him.

“Tetsu!” You squeal, writhing uselessly under his heavy grip. His hands only tighten as he shakes you playfully, back hitting against the pillows and mattress.

“You! Are! The best! Thing! In! My life!” He chants between words, ignoring your giggles and squirming. “Stop! Sabotaging! Yourself!”

"I can't help it!" You titter, trying to bat him away as best as you can given your pinned position. "I-I-I just want things done!"

"They'll get done!" He growls playfully. then, like an absolute asshole, he buries his face in your neck and fingers into your ribs, "fucks sake, when was the last time you peed, dawg? Huh? Maybe I should just make you do it now."

"NNNAAAAOOO!" You howl, so loud his own ears hurt, but he doesn't stop his fingers, nor the nibbling of your neck and ears that're light enough to tickle but some will definitely stain your skin.

OOF BUT THEN????BU-BUT-BUT T H E N???

He lets you get away.

For one second, he pretends that the knee to his gut hurts, and he's out of commission for the next three seconds, and it always gives you enough time to scurry away to another room.

He knows you're not going back to your work set up. You're at your own mercy when it comes to needing his playful side, and he hears you down the hall, giggling in anticipation as you try to hide.

"Gettin' too old for this shit," he chuckles to himself, then strutting down the hall to look for you.

he just. i just. i he. just he i.

KERNFWIDNBWIEFBQ

[sunglassesmish]

I know a lot of people hate on the scene where Buck and Tommy are leaving the dinner and waiting for the car. But we got the line “Evan, I think you're adorable.” And just makes my heart melt

I’m sure Tommy really thought hard about wanting to leave and I know it hurt Buck. But then it leads to coffee scene (which is so cute btw).

Buck and Tommy are so cute but so hot together 🥰🥰

listen. he may have gone about it better but idk…. it’s not the worst thing in the world. buck knew he acted badly, he said so himself multiple times. tommy was not comfortable and he could tell buck wasn’t either. he didn’t think he was ready!

now that is out of the way… HE THOUGHT BUCK WAS ADORABLE. and he was right 🤧

[intoxicated-chan]

Hi Punk!!! I was wondering about a fem reader x Valeria inspired in the song Fahrenheit by Azee. So basically they had something going on, but Valeria betrayed her by becoming a narco, and reader was recruited in 141, and now they meet again, and Valeria wants reader back 🤧

Fahrenheit

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Either of you are sure of how things would’ve ended. Were they supposed to end like this or another way?

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Wasn’t sure what kind of ending you wanted but I hope you are happy with it.

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 2.5k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, angst, little fluff, swearing, violence, misogyny, blood, death, mentions of drugs…

Black dahlias.

The flowers left behind. You never questioned anything Valeria has done, her beliefs, her choices, and her abilities. You always held faith in her. Even with her choices, you never questioned it, her decision and it wasn’t yours. But you saw the looks, the comments she received as a soldier. But you believed in her.

It’s what Valeria liked about you. Believing in her and willing to go hell and back just to save her ass. Loyal, honest, strong… Valeria went hours listing what was so perfect about you but loyalty was what she adored the most. Those nights in her arms, she was ready to give up but you were always the one bringing her back up.

Even as she put a bullet into his head, letting the blood soak the land where you swore your loyalty to her, Valeria knew it was too good to be true. The look in your eyes that saw her kill one of your comrades without mercy, she knew that your loyalty was long gone. She couldn’t be surprised but she was. Sticking out her hand for you to take only for you to slap it away in disgust in anger.

Valeria watched in disappointment in her eyes as you shot down her men, and now standing face-to-face, your gun drawn and ready to kill. This time, you question her, you don’t believe in any words that spill from her mouth. She snapped, a bullet struck your leg which made you fall. She kicks the rifle from your hands and grabs a hold of your chin, making you face her.

You knew the look in her eyes. Your Valeria was long gone. You knew when she cursed at you, questioning your loyalty to her. You froze up, everything became silent to you and the world around you felt like it stopped. It broke her heart hearing you mumble those words, the words she’s been waiting for.

Valeria shakes her head as her men gather around you, “Deja este. Déjala presenciar el derramamiento de sangre.” (Leave this one. Let her witness the bloodshed.) Valeria holsters her pistol, releasing her grip.

Fighting back tears, she walks away, feeling the rain begin to fall down. Her men laugh in your face, following behind.

You look behind you, seeing her walk to a car, “Please, Valeria! I love you!” You call out to her, sobbing uncontrollably.

Valeria hurries into the car, she clutches the steering wheel tightly and lays her head on it. She’s trying her best not to let anyone else see her showing weakness. But she swears that she could still hear you crying, with her nails digging into the wheel, she starts the car and drives away, trying to control her breathing.

Alejandro comes from around the corner, following your cries. He sees you trying to wipe them all away and ignoring the fact how badly your wound is. He lays you on the ground, applying pressure, “¿Qué sucedió? ¿Dónde está Valeria?” (What happened? Where’s Valeria?) Yet he received no answer from you, “¡Tenemos un soldado herido! ¡Alguien ayúdeme!” (We have a wounded soldier! Someone help me!) He shouts into the comms, “Just hold on (L/n). Hold on.”

The doctors say it was days you were unconscious, it felt like months to you. The doctor said that the bullet didn’t hit anything major so you’ll be back out on the field in no time. Alejandro knew something was up, you spoke nothing of the mission and Valeria. He was worried, he needed to know where she was.

“You gotta work with me (L/n).” Alejandro pleads, “Where is Valeria?”

“...I lost contact with her when I reached her last known location.”

“Did she say anything before?”

“She said she was going dark. Nothing else.”

Of course, you tried to continue like nothing happened. Missions resumed and the numbers increased, the deaths of soldiers, the knowledge of the Mexican Army working for El Sin Nombre. Rodolfo saw the rise of drugs out in the streets, the tags of El Sin Nombre… It killed seeing his home being taken over by drugs.

“¡Vamos! ¡Muevete Muevete!” (Go! Move, move!) Alejandro shouts at his soldiers to move, everything was going smoothly, the location of El Sin Nombre was confirmed, but when he broke down the door with Rodolfo, guns were immediately fired. He considered himself lucky to miss all those bullets…

“Están justo detrás de nosotros, coronel. No podemos perderlos si estamos a la intemperie.” (They're right behind us, Colonel. We cannot lose them if we are out in the open.) Rodolfo tells him.

“Los perderemos en el bosque.” (We will lose them in the forest.) Alejandro shouts the exact words into the comms.

“(L/n)!” Alejandro runs up to you, “Set these charges. You’ll know what to do with them.” Handing you his bag. He pats your back and runs off, “¡Buena suerte!” (Good luck!)

“Oh great.” You mumble, you could hear the cartel from a distance. You didn’t place them, more like threw them wherever you could. Your heart raced as the ground shook, they were getting closer by the second.

With the bag now empty, you ditched it. The control in hand and you ran, bullets speeding past you and just grazing you, “Shit.” Taking cover behind a rock, clutching the control when they just cross the line. You try to shield yourself the best you can, feeling the heat, the smell of smoke and a metallic hint to it.

You peer your head over the rock, “Well…” You sigh, seeing the destruction, “Well that happened.” You see another vehicle charge in your direction. Tossing the control, you aim your rifle and begin fire on the vehicle.

It suddenly comes to a halt, the driver quickly running out and firing their pistol at you, “Go away!” That voice is all too familiar, “Don’t make me do this!” Valeria shouts, part of her figure being blocked by the smoke.

“Valeria?!”

“Who else did you think it was?!”

“I-I…” You hold your fire, “Why are you still working with them?!” You ask her, “You were there, you saw what they did!”

“I thought putting you in a coma will teach you!” Valeria slowly steps closer, “We either live or die.”

“You still haven’t answered my question!” Your throat begins to burn.

“I’m powerful. Nobody even dares to even look down at me. You remember, don’t you. Coming to my side, defending me whenever a man tries to better himself by bringing me down. Yet here, I’m respected!”

“This?!” You cough.

“Yes this!” Valeria shouts back, “Putting drugs out on the street, watching it affect people’s lives, ruin their childrens! But it’s more to just drugs (Y/n). As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs.”

“Screw you.” You cough even harsher, you may have ignored the fire growing in size and smoke filling the air. The fire rips through the trees like water flooding everything in its path.

“(Y/n)... You can’t get out of here on your own.” Valeria reaches out to touch you.

“Don’t touch me.” You growl.

“Quit being stubborn and let me-”

“(L/n)!” She hears Rodolfo, “¡¿Dónde estás?!” (Where are you?!)

Valeria curses under her breath, “You choose them over me?”

“At least they don’t keep secrets.”

Valeria shakes her head and runs back to her vehicle.

“Fuck!” Rodolfo nearly trips, “Come on!” Dragging you out of the forest.

Back at base, you and Rodolfo were getting checked for smoke inhalation. Alejandro was back in his office pacing back and forth while on the phone with Laswell.

“I know it’s difficult giving up one of your best soldiers.” Laswell spoke, “But we need someone like her, able to-”

“Throw herself into the fight?” Alejandro cuts her off, “Laswell, just because she’s one of my best soldiers doesn’t mean I can control her. She has fire, lots of fire. You should’ve seen her when Garza was still around.”

“I know. I’ve read the reports. If she agrees then I’ll send someone to pick her up.”

“It was great hearing from you Laswell.”

“Right back at you Alejandro.”

That was about three years ago. You wanted a fresh start, away from Valeria and everything. The same day you left was the day those flowers appeared on your bed. You remember talking about black dahlias to Valeria, elegance and prosperity, something that reminded you of her. They were the same flowers you gifted her on her birthday.

“Oh (Y/n).” Valeria smiles, holding the flowers in her arms, “You shouldn’t have.”

“Oi! Bonnie! You alive?” Johnny waves his hand just inches away from your face. He sees you snap out, “You’re spacing out a lot more than usual.” Johnny helps you attach your radio.

“I’m alright.”

“You were in Las Almas before…” Johnny looks over to you.

“Get to the point, MacTavish.” You sigh.

“Care to show me around? You know, all the popular sighs, bars?”

You shake your head and laugh, “You’re a child.” You joke.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes MacTavish.” You laugh harder hearing Johnny cheer.

“We’re here.” Ghost interrupts the two of you, inside a military transport plane as the doors and ramp open up. You all walk out onto the base.

Alejandro walks up to you all, “Sergeant MacTavish!” Johnny and Alejandro shake hands.

“Call me Soap.”

Alejandro looks at Ghost, “Lieutenant… Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be-”

“That’ll do!”

Alejandro puts a hand on your shoulder, “Welcome back, (L/n). Are they treating you well?”

“You worry too much Vargas.”

“You’re still a Vaquero…” He turns around, “Welcome to the city of souls.” He leads you all to their convoy of jeeps.

“I’ve never been to Mexico.”

“This isn’t Mexico... This is Las Almas.”

“Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room.”

“My base is your base.”

“Good. Now, where’s Hassan?”

“Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here. Get in.”

You enter the lead jeep and Alejandro calls out to his men in the other jeeps. You were somewhat squished in between the two men.

“Rodolfo!” You happily shout, reaching over to pat his shoulder, “How have you been?”

“Welcome back, (Y/n). Everything would have been good if Alejandro was never-”

“Alejandro?” The two of you laugh.

Alejandro enters the jeep. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra is in the driver's seat and takes a quick glance at Ghost, “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas.” (I’m afraid of ghosts.)

Alejandro smiles and looks over at Johnny, “You know Spanish?”

“No.”

“You will…”

“What is your reason?” Valeria looks at you confused, “I mean…” You hesitate, careful to not overstep, “Why did you join the military?”

“Why did you join the military?”

“At first it was the benefits… but now seeing the streets become corrupted by El Sin Nombre, I guess you could say I joined for the same reason as Alejandro and Rodolfo.” You tell her.

“So you’re like the rest of them.” Valeria mutters, “I joined because I was looked down on, I wanted to prove my family wrong.”

“I couldn’t even say I’m surprised.” You stand next Alejandro, looking down at Valeria who’s glaring at you, “Becoming a narco was one thing but taking his place was another, you were basically signing away your life.”

“You signed yours away when you stayed with them.” Valeria scoffs, “She knew from the start that I was one of them!”

“I know.” Alejandro retorts, “More like I had an idea, after (Y/n)’s injury and your disappearance at the same time, I had a good idea.”

“You men talk and talk, big words with little meaning behind them. The only one true to their word was none other than (Y/n), her loyalty and her many near death experiences because she protected me, who she was loyal to.”

“That was a long time ago.” You tell her, “People change.”

“But you shouldn’t! You swore to be loyal to me until the end of our time, we were supposed to be together but you chose them over me!” Valeria was pushed back down by Graves, “That’s not what loyalty is (Y/n)!”

“And you were supposed to be loyal to the army, not the narcos.” You march off with a huff, hearing Valeria begin to argue with Alejandro and Rodolfo.

You were angered at the sight of black dahlias sitting in your temporary room, more like your old room. It couldn’t have been from Valeria… you snatched them out of its vase and tossed them in the trash, disregarding the little note attached to the flowers. Valeria’s words stung, it hurt, and it felt like you have betrayed her. Yet no matter the times you’ve told yourself that Valeria betrayed you first didn’t help, it felt like it was making it worse.

But you couldn’t say you hated Valeria, even when you stood in the shipping container…

“You kept me waiting.” Valeria speaks, one leg over the other, arms crossed like she’s some kind of mother scolding her children, “You do know I’m not patient.”

“I hoped that would’ve changed, you do get annoying.” You talk back.

Valeria’s eyes narrow towards you, her glare hardening, “That’s right, laugh it up! I bet you’re enjoying this. Seeing me like this! Allowing you to see me completely!”

“How should I believe you are when you didn’t in the past? How can I believe that becoming a narco was the best thing that ever happened to you?”

“You were supposed to have faith in me.”

“There’s a difference between faith and loyalty.”

“Either way… You were supposed to be by my side, ruling over Las Almas together.” Valeria explains, “You were supposed to join me that day, talking my hand while we kiss in blood soaked land.” She stands and walks over to you, cupping your face, “I missed you, a lot… Don’t you feel it?”

“Oh yeah.” You sigh, “This is like my dream… My drug dealer ex tries to ruin my life, the tingles.”

“Ex?” Valeria asks.

“You could say.” Pushing her hands off you, “But I wouldn’t consider you if anyone asks.”

“You really are cruel.”

“It’s what you once liked. Like I said, people change.”

Valeria again cups your face, even when you slap them away, “I always loved that about you. I was afraid you were going to catch too much attention. I needed you to change to keep you safe.”

“Safe… I wasn’t safe the second they partnered me with you.”

“Don’t you say that.”

“Oh I’m gonna say it!” You push her away from you, “I was never safe, those days I put my life on the line for you, thinking that we could change Las Almas but in reality you were making it worse. I should have never-”

Valeria covers your mouth, “Don’t say another word…” She moves her hand off your mouth and holds you tightly, “I know I’ve done things, terrible things that cannot be excused but they were mainly for you. I became what I am not because of respect but for you to love me. I love you, (Y/n), no matter what places we are in.”

“The damage is done…” You mumble.

“Then let me give you this before you go.” Valeria pulls back and kisses you softly, then she pulls away, “I love you.”

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

[thelittleweirdo-3]

Leola ✨️💜 & Girldad Aaravos ✨️

So recently, season 6 of the dragon prince had been released and not gonna lie here guys, it was probably one of my favourite seasons, not only because Runaan was freed [yay!🤧🤩] but because we got a bit more information about Aaravos, and that he had a daughter?! In my opinion, after getting this impression of him before the new season, I assumed that his intention was to manipulate his way out of his prison (which he did technically do.) to then come back and take control of Xadia. BUT BOY WAS I WRONG.

Aaravos sharing his story of Leola, I think you can tell that he wasn't making it up. (I mean, he could be and could be a very convincing actor, but I don't think that's the case) and that she truly meant the whole universe to him, and when I first saw her I just wanted to give the biggest hug because she's so adorable 🤧🥰😭 and finding out she was autistic too 😭🤧.

But now, I have some questions and a theory. In season 5 episode 2, when Callum and Rayla are looking up at the stars and Callum asks Rayla what do they call the North star (or South star did he call it?) In Xadia, as she said they all it "Leola's last wish." Now my question is, what was her last wish? Aaravos tells us that she loved the world and that she befriended humans, animals and elves, so was her wish for everyone to get along? To put aside their differences and find love and peace?

My second question is, what magic did she give humans? I think it was primal magic, due to Claudia telling Soren that Aaravos gave humans dark magic, but was that another one of his lies, and it was actually Leola who gave them dark magic?

During the scene where Aaravos and Leola are with the council, they give Aaravos two choices. Either they both die, or just Leola. Now, I believe he choices to live and let Leola die was because the world was not as wonderful as Leola thought. And because Aaravos didn't want her to grow up frightened or in pain, he let her die as an act of kindness, so that she wouldn't suffer. (That's just my opinion though)

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One of the things I find most cruel, is that Aaravos's prison was kept in the crater where she fell and is surrounded by her bones. I mean, that's just sick and messed up. I also find the council is ridiculous, and just like Aaravos said, SHE'S JUST A KID! Let our girl be happy 🥰 I think I've already said this in another post, but I'll gladly say it more than once, Aaravos being a father is probably one of the most adorable nd wholesome things I've ever seen, and he calls Leola "my unicorn" 🤧🤧😭😭🥰 I swear, I'm too emotional when it comes to stuff like this 😳😭

[desertfangs]

Do you think Marius ever viewed Daniel's turning through the blood and noticed the similarities, how his own experience of turning Armand was replayed 500 years later by his child with another mortal boy who wanted to live in darkness forever?

Do you think he was proud of the care Armand took with Daniel in his final hours and moments? That he may have reflected on his own traumatic turning and been glad that he was at least able to prevent Armand, and by extension Daniel, from receiving the dark gift in the same way?

Help I made myself emotional ☹️

You made me emotional! 😭 When I first read this I just stared at it for a bit and thought 'damn I really love these three.' So thank you for that! I do think Marius must have seen Daniel's turning through the blood but also, I can imagine Daniel told him all about it, too. What we got in DM is beautiful but I'm sure there are plenty of details left out and I can see Daniel talking about it one night when he's feeling emotional about being a vampire, maybe not long after his recovery.

I think at lot about that elusive time after Daniel is healed from his madness, before PL, when Marius and Daniel's relationship is evolving. I don't know how close or distant Armand was to them at that time--clearly he was not with them, but what kind of contact they had and how regular it was is anyone's guess. But I imagine Daniel spent a lot of that time reflecting on being immortal and how that came to be, and everything that transpired, and I can see him telling the whole story of his turning to Marius one night while they're cuddled on the sofa or just having a quiet evening.

And I do think Marius must be proud of Armand for how he did Daniel's turning, the way he shaved him and prepped him for immortality so lovingly, the way he used his illusion of the garden, etc. (I also wonder if it's something Armand and Marius ever talked about it, either on Night Island, or later. Harder to see that coming up, although then again, when Marius sees Armand again for the first time in centuries, he's got this shiny new fledgling, so maybe they did discuss it.)

But I especially agree that he probably loves that despite what may have happened afterward, both Armand and Daniel were born into darkness in the most loving and gentle way, nothing like how Marius was taken against his will and tortured and forced into it. And his own turning of Pandora, too, was sort of foisted upon him and done hurriedly, without preparation or planning, so having been able to give Amadeo that ritualistic, loving turning was probably so important to him, even though it was done under the pressure of Amadeo being on the brink of death. And knowing Armand did similar for his only fledgling must warm his heart.

These three have so much love between them. There's a lot of trauma and mess passed down, too, but having such a pivotal thing be done to them out of love is just.. so important. No matter how much Armand and Marius may come at odds, or how often Armand and Daniel fight, they will always have that and know they were brought into immortality with love and adoration. And that makes me emotional AF. 🤧

[animesmolbean]

A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: Get ready because this is the longest chapter!

Side note: I saw Wonka at my college theater two nights ago (March 24th. It was my sixth time seeing the movie), and I was so ecstatic to experience it a second time in a theater! It was so much fun watching it with others in my college, they all really enjoyed it too!

Side Note 2: The moment in the GIF when Willy tells Noodle that she did teach him to read was so sweet. He’s so adorable! 🤧♥️

Hope you enjoy this chapter! ♥️

Chapter 13: Operation Change the World

The couple walked all throughout town, talking about what they would do to make sure The Chocolate Cartel and Scrubbit and Bleacher were locked up for good. Willy told Yin about his theory about the rings Slugworth and Noodle owned. Yin told him that he figured out who poisoned the chocolate. Willy told him that he knew because the Chocolate Cartel told him when everyone left after the shop was burned down.

Soon, the sun came up. A new day has started. The two young men were getting closer to the wash house.

"Are you ready to change the world, my dear?" Willy asked Yin.

Yin looked at Willy. "Do you promise it will work?"

"I Pinkie Promise." Willy stuck out his pinky, and Yin did the same, hooking their pinkies together. As they did, Willy frowned a little.

"What's wrong, babe?" Yin asked.

"Oh, Yin, I broke one of our promises. I promised never to leave you alone again. And I did." He whispered.

"Aww, Willy." Yin cooed. "You didn't break your promise. You came back. You came back to me. That's what matters."

Willy still looked a little guilty. "Really?"

"Really really." Yin chuckled.

That brought out a soft laugh from Willy. "I don't deserve you, gumdrop."

Yin blushed lightly at the nickname but smiled. "I don't deserve you, either. You're so amazing."

Willy smiled.

Then, Yin got an idea. "How about we make a promise... together?"

"What would we promise?" Willy asked curiously.

"To love each other always."

Willy chuckled. "We don't have to make a Pinkie Promise for that. I'll always love you."

Yin blushed. "And I'll always love you."

Despite them not needing to make a Pinkie Promise, they did. As they hooked their fingers, Yin brought their hands closer, and he kissed Willy's pinky finger. The chocolatier gasped softly at the intimate action, blushing lightly. But he smiled sweetly and did it back, kissing Yin's pinky.

The couple giggled, and they made their way to enact their plan, still holding pinkies.

(Time skip)

After getting everyone together, Wonka described the plan he came up with while swimming in the cold water after escaping the boat explosion. They were going to use their talents. Noodle, the ingenious orphan, Abucus the Accountant, Piper the Plumber, Lottie the Telephone Exchange Operator, Larry the Man Who Can Speak Underwater, and as Willy lovingly dubbed Yin, His Determined Chocolate Partner. So they could pull off what Wonka called "The Heist of the Century."

Change the world, he said.

As they others walked to start their plan, Noodle and Yin held back momentarily. The pair hugged each other.

"Thank you for coming back for me." Noodle said.

"Of course. I could never leave you. You're my best friend." Yin told her.

Noodle smiled at the sweet boy. "Come on. Let's go help your boyfriend." She teased.

Yin laughed. "He is my boyfriend."

Noodle nodded. "By the way, nice attack on Bleacher. You left a bruise."

Yin chuckled, smirking playfully. "I try."

(Transition)

The game was afoot.

First, they had to go to the cathedral. They had to trick the priest, Father Julius.

As he stopped at the entrance of the cathedral, Noodle, dressed as a beggar, approached him.

"Excuse me, sir, could you spare a piece of chocolate for a straving orphan?"

Father Julius replied, "I'm sorry, my child. I don't have any."

Noodle acted sad, sighing.

He turned secretly, eating a piece. While he wasn't looking, Noodle snuck up behind him. "Then have some acacia mints." She whispered to herself as she slipped the candy into his pocket.

"Yes." She muttered in success.

Meanwhile, at the zoo, the security guard eyed another Big Night Out chocolate, which was delivered with a note.

"Basil Bond, Employee of the Week! That's lovely..." He put the chocolate into his mouth and passed out. Willy, Yin, and Abucus slip into the security lodge and grab some van keys.

Abucus drove the tall and rickety zoo transport van. In the back, Willy and Yin tended to the giraffe.

"Everything alright back there?" Abucus asked the couple.

"Everything's fine, isn't it, Abigail?" Willy asked the giraffe as he petted her to soothe her. Yin giggled when Abigail snorted in response.

They were approaching a low bridge.

"Oh! Tell her she might want to duck." Abucus warned.

"Might want to what?" Willy asked.

"Duck!!" Abucus exclaimed.

Abigail ducked as the tall van just scrapes under the bridge. She came back up with a shake of her head. Yin petted her. "Good girl." He praised.

Abucus parked the van in a deserted alley. Yin slowly guided Abigail to the front of the cathedral.

"All right. You ready, Abigail?"

The giraffe snorted, nudging her snout against Yin's face. Yin chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He gave her a scratch underneath her chin. "Now, go get them." He encouraged as he ran back to the van.

"All set." He said as he got back intot he back of the tall van. "Good job, my dear." Willy said, kissing his cheek, making Yin smile.

(Transition)

Everyone went back to the zoo, waiting for Larry to get a call after Lottie directed Julius to the zoo, to do their next part of the plan. Willy, Yin, Noodle, Abucus, and Piper stand around Larry.

He gets the call. "Hello, zoo?"

The rest of the group started to make various animal noises. Piper did an elephant, Abucus did a snake, Noodle did a bird noise. Meanwhile, Yin growled and snarled like a tiger or tried to, as Willy's very accurate impression of a monkey was making him slip a little. He had to resist laughing.

"Quiet down, you animals!" Larry exclaimed. "You too, octopus." He added in his underwater voice. "What? Oh, yeah, I think we did lose a giraffe."

Everyone was still doing their impressions, but more quietly. Yin gave up and was just snickering into his hand.

Okay, geez, I'll send the guys around." Larry hung up. Everyone stopped and looked at Larry. He gave them the okay. Their plan worked.

The wash house workers got into disguises, while the main trio got into the back.

"Nice tiger impression." Willy told Yin, laughing a little.

"Be lucky I wasn't an actual tiger." Yin playfully said, with a gentle smirk.

"Please don't bite me." Willy backed away, but still smiling like an idiot. Yin shrugged. "All right."

The group drove the tall van back to the cathedral. Abucus, Piper and Larry took the tall crate into the cathedral, opening it.

"All clear." Abucus signaled.

The main trio popped out from underneath the hay and got out of the crate. Abucus pulled the lever in the confession stall, activating the elevator. Yin slipped a Big Night Out chocolate on the seat before he got on top of the elevator, followed by Willy and Noodle.

They get down to the bottom, where the crypt is. The Mistress of the Keys looks up, surprised to see the elevator door open with no one inside. She approached it cautiously, only seeing the chocolate with a note.

"With thanks for all your hard work, Father Julius and the Chocolate Cartel." She read. "Oh that's sweet." She eats the chocolate.

Before the trio knew it, she hit the white wine and red wine layers, and she started to sing and dance. The song was one that Yin recognized as the one Cartel would sing to anyone they were bribing people with chocolate. He had to admit, the song was catchy, but for the wrong reasons.

"Wow. She can really move." Willy muttered.

Yin and Noodle gave Willy a side eye look and Yin poked his side.

"Watch it, pretty boy." He warned playfully.

Noodle snickered quietly at Yin's "warning".

Willy only smiled softly. "Don't be jealous, marshmallow. You're the only one for me." He muttered sweetly. Yin smiled shyly.

The Mistress of the Keys hit the whiskey fudge layer and got upset. She called someone on the phone; it turned out to be Basil, the zoo security guard. The trio were surprised.

"What are the chances?" Noodle whispered. Willy and Yin agreed.

After the call, the lady passes out. The coast was clear. Willy slipped out from the gap above, landing on the floor. Yin followed after, then Noodle.

They walk to the vault. Noodle snatched the keys and unlocked the lock. Then, Yin and Willy turned the handle, and the vault door opened, revealing the inside of the vault.

"Cool!" Noodle exclaimed.

"It is, isn't it?" Yin asked.

"Now, we have to find that ledger." Willy said as he placed his cane onto he ground, turning it into a hanger, before hanging his coat and hat on it.

Noodle and Willy started to look around. Yin stayed back. "Hold on. One of us should be back up there. To keep watch."

Willy knew where this was going. "Yin, I can't let you do that." He said worriedly, approaching the boy. Yin cupped Willy's cheek. "I'll be alright. Besides, I can run and get help if something goes wrong. Besides, the Cartel probably thinks I ran away after you "left" last night."

"You do make a clever point there, my dear Yin." Willy agreed. "All right. But please, gumdrop, be careful." He kissed Yin's nose.

Yin chuckled and did it back. "I will. Find that ledger." He said. After that, he pulled away and went back to the elevator and got in. He pushed the button to go up. As it did, he played his hands and feet on the sides and climbed up to the roof of the elevator to hide himself.

As the elevator stopped, it opened, and he hoped no one would investigate it or see his magenta coat peeking out from above as he held himself up.

The elevator door closed after a few agonizing seconds, and he sighed with relief. He climbed down and sat on the seat, waiting to hear anything suspicious.

After a few minutes, he heard Julius talking to someone. His ears pricked up when he heard him name drop Slugworth.

'Oh no.'

Then, he heard many cars approaching as the people in the cathedral were forced to leave. Yin took this opportunity to leave the elevator and blend in with the chaos.

As he neared the entrance, he heard a click behind him.

"Stay where you are."

That voice. That familiar, slimy voice. Yin gulped nervously and turned to see who it was.

"You."

(Transition)

Willy and Noodle searched the vault to find the ledger.

"Anything?" Willy asked.

"Nothing!" Noodle replied.

"Well, keep looking." Willy continued his search.

"It's not in here, Willy."

"Abucus said that it was here."

"Abucus has been in the wash house for the past four years. Maybe all of the scrubbing has gone to his head. Cause all that's down is a bunch of stupid old chocolate!" Noodle chugged a box of 'Slugworth' chocolate at the wall.

When it did, it opened a secret panel. Noodle steps over to it, and in the open panel, was the green ledger.

"Willy, look!"

Willy came over.

"We did it, Noodle. Got them."

Just as they were about to celebrate, a gunshot sounded in the vault. They turn around and see the three chocolatiers standing in the doorway. Slugworth has fired into the air. He slowly stepped forward, his gun raised.

As surprised as the duo were, what made them freeze in horror was the sight of Yin, tied by his wrists with a necktie, being held begrudgingly by Fickelgruber.

"Yin!" They exclaimed in horror.

Slugworth smirked evilly. "Naughty, naughty, Mr. Wonka. You've caused us quite a bit of trouble."

He turned to look at the tied up Yin. "We caught your little partner trying to escape the cathedral. I thought he wouldn't be of any trouble, but he has more drive than we gave him credit for."

Yin struggled in Fickelgruber's arms, but he held him in a tight hold. He looked at his boyfriend and best friend, guilt evident on his face.

"Him and your... urchin."

Willy, despite the situation, stood tall. "But she isn't just an urchin, is she, Mr. Slugworth? You're family."

Noodle and Yin looked at Willy in confusion. "What? What are you talking about, Willy?" Noodle asked.

"You know that ring? The one you got from your parents? Well, Mr. Slugworth has one just like it, don't you, Mr. Slugworth?"

Noodle looked at the ring in surprise.

Slugworth stepped forward. "As a matter of fact, I do. That belonged to my brother. Zebedee."

Noodle looked at Slugworth. "Was he my father?"

"A hopeless romantic is what we was. Fell in love with a common little bookworm, but died before they could marry, leaving me sole heir to the family fortune, or so I thought..."

Slugworth went on to explain that nine months later, a woman came to his door, asking for help for her newborn. That newborn was Noodle. He agreed but instead threw baby Noodle down a laundry chute where Mrs. Scrubbit found her and named her Noodle. She saw the ring, thinking it was an N, but really, it was a Z.

When the mother returned, Slugworth told her she died, making the woman howl in sadness. But, he paid her and escorted her from his property.

As Yin listened, he felt sadness and anger well up in him. Sadness for his best friend. She didn't deserve anything that happened to her. Anger because it was Slugworth who caused her misery. He struggled again, lowly growling, but Fickelgruber held him tigher.

Noodle, with tears in her eyes, asked, "What was her name?"

"Eh?"

"My mom? What was her name?"

Slugworth thought about it. "Ooh. Now let me see, umm... No, I don't think I can remember that. I'm sorry. But you have to understand, she was very poor."

Fickelgruber retched.

"Sorry, Felix." Slugworth said.

Yin scoffed, shaking his head.

"Her name was Dorothy. Dorothy Smith. It says so, right here." Willy read the ledger.

"Dorothy?" Noodle whispered, smiling softly. Yin gasped softly. "Willy.." He whispered.

"Well, what do you know? I guess you did teach me to read, after all."

Noodle smiled at the eccentric chocolatier. Yin smiled as well, happy for his boyfriend.

"Well, this is all very touching, but back to business. We'll take that." He gestured to the ledger.

Fickelgruber roughly pushed Yin onto the ground. The action caused Yin to yelp and land on his hands and knees. Before he could do anything, Prodnose grabbed a hold of his bound hands, holding him in place. Fickelgruber took he ledger from Willy and returned it to the secret compartment.

"How much chocolate have you got at your factory, Fickelgruber?" Arthur asked.

"About eighty thousand gallons." Felix replied.

"Prodnose?"

"And I've got one fifty. Should be just about enough." Gerald replied.

"For what?" Noodle asked.

Slugworth smirked evilly. "Death by chocolate."

Yin's eyes widened in horror. "No!" He exclaimed, trying to escape.

Arthur pointed his gun at Yin. "Silence, brat."

Yin panted softly, seething with anger and desperation.

"Gerald, deal with this urchin." He gestured to Yin.

Gerald dragged the struggling Yin towards the entrance of the vault as Yin watched Willy and Noodle ushered into the chocolate tank. He looked at Gerald as he proceeded to bind Yin's ankles with a few cloth napkins. He could hear the others talking as he spoke to him. He knew negotiating with Prodnose was hard because he was almost as willing as Arthur to rid the competition. He struggled with the man, moving around a lot. Prodnose had to hold his legs down to keep him still.

Once he finished, Yin looked at Gerald and growled at him. Gerald stepped back, scared of Yin. He saw Fickelgruber walk towards the controls of the tank, Prodnose joining him.

"Let them go! You're going to kill them?! Just because Willy can make better chocolate than any of you can in your lives?!" Yin exclaimed in anger.

Arthur closed the tank door and pointed his gun at the young man again. "That man would've put us out of business. We can't have that. So, this is a necessary precaution. We gave him many warnings before but he didn't listen. So, this is the best thing we could do." He said, a sickly smirk on his face.

"You all are monsters."

Arthur only chuckled darkly, and together, the three turned three handles, presumably to release their chocolate to fill the tank.

As they turned to leave, walking past Yin, not caring that they were taking two innocent lives, Yin growled at them.

"Mark my words, you greedy, spiteful slugs, I will make sure you three are held accountable. I don't care how long it takes. You won't get away with this."

Arthur looked at the boy one more time. "Oh, Yin, we already have."

With that, they left.

Yin growled and struggled against his binds. They were really tight. He fiddled with the cloth bindings. He growled and used his teeth to undo the binding around his wrists. Eventually, they came undone, freeing his hands.

With his hands now free, he untied the cloth around his ankles. Once his ankles were free, he got up from the floor and ran towards the chocolate tank, pounding the door.

"Hold on, guys! I'll save you!"

He started to turn the handles, trying to turn off the chocolate. They weren't moving.

"Come on!" He said, his voice shaky.

After a minute, nothing budged. Yin yelled in frustration.

He was not going to give up. He won't lose the people he loves the most. Not again.

"Well, I was certainly not expecting to see Mr. Wonka's partner here."

[larcenywrites]

Raising Kids Together | Headcanons

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: very mild sexual references

Family Series: 1 2 3

💠Somehow, you've both survived newborns and terrible 2's, but now your once tiny babies are causing not-so-tiny chaos! Even Tony can hardly keep up with them!

💠If you two have been in a room together for a while, it means no one has been watching the boys, and that you're probably about to hear yelling, breaking, or you need to go on a hunt around the house for them 🙃 you can hardly have any time alone without something happening! Just when you think you're both getting into bed early, and perhaps with a few frisky kisses 😘, they're busting through door and climbing on the bed, or it sounds like one was thrown out of bed and is now screaming for both of you 😥 Either way, it has Tony flopping back to his pillow in defeat and groaning right along with them.

💠After a quick pout, though, he usually tells you to get some rest and he'll go check it out 🥺 with one more kiss before he goes 🥺 but even though he told you to stay, it's nice to sneak over and watch him put the kids back to bed ❤ 

💠And catch him on the way out 😏

💠But for the most part, the boys are really good kids! And Tony is still settling into his role as a dad, but besides the occasional pouting he's become a very good parent! And definitely nothing like his own father when Tony was that age. In fact, he welcomes their interruptions when he's on the phone or doing paperwork at home 🥰 you've probably found them preferring to play with their cars in his office and right along his desk, or even asking to their nap in there! You can't tell if he's so tolerant because he's a loving pushover, or if parenthood suddenly granted him all that patience and goodwill 🤨

💠But he does get a little snappy when he's working on a car or a machine. Please don't touch anything! Or break anything! Or wander out of sight! But he does let them "help out" by handing him tools or sorting through and separating varying sizes of nails in the toolbox... yay?

Hey, at least it keeps them distracted for a while-- for both your sakes! Sometimes there are things that need to be done without so many distractions, and the boys love spending time bothering with their parents! It's a good problem to have, but not when they're literally wrestling on top of dad while he's just trying to watch the nightly news, or when they're throwing socks at each other on laundry day 😐

💠But despite it all, the two of you manage to get every day done 😊

💠Except the first time you're ever gone for a few days, or heaven forbid a week or more, and he's in charge of watching the kids... by day 3 they're all just going feral. The tv hasn't even been turned off once, Tony is probably trying to figure out how to get mud out of the carpet, and

💠"Daddy, can we have another popsicle?"

💠"...sure, bring me one too." This is everyone's third popsicle, and dinner has consisted of chicken nuggets and macaroni every night. And probably lunch too... but breakfast is probably cereal and hopefully fruit? Tony can cook a little bit, but he's both tired and too much of a pushover. If that's what they want, then he wants to give it to them! But the only reason they aren't all sick by the time you get home is probably because his mother either stopped by and found out, or Tony realized he's actually really bad at this on his own and needed her help :( And not without a quick scolding that you wish you'd caught when Maria called to tell you all about it 🤧

💠Honestly, the kids are probably partly acting out because you're gone, and they know that Tony is distracted and a pushover... well, at least they're adorable! And maybe it shows that you both need some more parenting tips 😅

💠You'd think it'd be easier when they're at school all day, but Tony insisted on hiring tutors to homeschool the kids, at least for now, but while that sounded like a decent plan, sometimes the boys try to homeschool the teacher instead 😅 sometimes they know more than she does after reading the entire textbook in their free time and would rather learn ahead now, and sometimes they're busy teaching her all about Dragon Ball Z lore between lessons! So now you guys still have them all day, (or just you when Tony is at work), but at least they aren't bothering you for once 😌 the teacher loves it though! Her listening and playing along takes a lot off of your plate, and it's good for the kids :)

💠But you don't get much time once the teacher leaves. They get their assignments done within minutes, and as soon as the teacher leaves (well, sometimes), they're reenacting Godzilla vs King Kong in the living room for the 20th time, except this time it somehow ties into the American Revolution? And then they're outside digging holes all evening because they can't remember where they buried Darth Vader. And then they have to fill those holes. And then when Tony tries to get them inside, he either ends up helping them or they end up wrestling him to the ground!

💠That's pretty much every day 😅 Except for when they go to the park! Tony is kinda like everyone's big brother when they go, pretty much every Sunday afternoon! They all get socialized, Tony gets some sun for once, and you can decide to stay home and get some alone time for a few hours

💠Tony doesn't even know anything about sports! Yet he's out there playing baseball and basketball, and teamed up with Rhodey, their ridiculous rules and silly requirements make everyone laugh, which makes them both pretty popular with all the kids! And unfortunately for Tony, a little too popular with the moms and older siblings… maybe it's time for a ring around that finger.

💠Either way, they get tired out by the evening, and also covered in dirt and a new bruise or two! After a bath the kids usually put themselves to bed 😴 and your kids being fast asleep means you get to join Tony for his bath 😏 except for the days he sneaks brings Rhodey home 😑 who's also tired and probably falls asleep on your couch after dinner...

💠If the kids let him! They absolutely love dad's best friend! But unfortunately, however, you can never get him to babysit for longer than a few hours 😔 Come on, Rhodes, weren't you Tony's roommate? Surely you can handle this :/

💠But when you both need a break from all this? Send them to spend the night with the grandparents for the weekend! They seem to behave a little better, and they seem to have fun just being in a different environment! The only time they start being terrors is when you and Tony have both been on vacation, and it makes them a little cranky after 3-4 days :(

💠And if you take them with you? They'll be asking to go back home after 3-4 days 😓 Unless you go to Disney World. Then they'll be pitching a fit when it's time to leave, but honestly you guys are probably upset too 😭 and it probably ends up being just one more day… and somehow in that one day they'll manage to drag every pillow and blanket onto the floor for you to pick up. Again.

💠And again, at least they're adorable :) Just like Tony, it gets them out of trouble more times than you'd care to admit 🥰 And they know it 🥰 Especially when they either stick up for each other or just straight up admit to it... with big ol' eyes and sorries 🥺 or apologize to each other without even being told to 🥺 

They really are good kids! They just get carried away with the fun and the chaos! It's a Stark thing 😘 And just like their dad, they'll eat up the attention and kisses 🥰 In fact, they've already learned to be manipulative little shits and hide behind Maria in order to avoid getting in trouble, because she'll be too busy doting on them 😑 

💠You can't even trust Jarvis! He'll even tell the boys to hide and will damn well keep their location a secret! But he's allowed to have his fun! He did the same thing with little Tony! He just misses those days! However, when the coast is clear, Jarvis does sit them down and gently scolds them. He'll hear their side of the story too, of course! Even if it just because they don't wanna go home, and are being annoying by hiding from their parents. Usually after a quick talk, they come right back to you! Suddenly all gentle-natured and apologizing 🙄 but... how could you stay mad :( 

💠Definitely not Tony when he's already packing them over his shoulders and spinning them around! And luckily, they're too busy laughing to protest being packed into the car 😮‍💨

💠And let's be honest, seeing him be so good with the kids is really fucking hot 😏😘

💠But if you're hugging and kissing on Tony... the boys have to be involved in it, too x) 

Family series: 1 2 3

[konjkitkatty]

Hey, just wanted to tell you that I absolutely ADORE Boros, I love their design and The God of Time's crown being a clock is genius.

oh BOY im so glad- lore yap session incoming!

yknow i was rlly worried abt the reaction Boros would get when i finally finished him. I knew for a while i wanted to do smthn with a time deity in COTL but i’d never seen any fanmade bishop ocs up until mine and I wasn’t sure if that was like- some sort of unspoken bridge i wasn’t supposed to cross. Yea, gods existed before the bishops, but the bishops r the last of them, there’s a whole prophecy, I wasn’t sure if it was like… yknow… ALLOWED. The lack of seeing other ocs like him also meant i had veryyyy little references to draw inspo from… like, thank GOD for my mutuals otherwise Boros would just b snake Heket 🤧

The clock was a completely out of nowhere idea to make their crown more unique, since without the clockhand pupil the Orange Crown is… well….. kinda just the Blue Crown with a few extra sides. Plus, I wanted to make it more unique- like the Purple and Yellow Crowns!

It was revealed to me in a maladaptive daydream- the sound of time ticking away following the god wherever they may go, a permanent reminder of how the noise of marching seconds never truly ends nestled safely atop their head. It, the journey, the flow of a river neverending, the sand carried away by eternal winds, ever so present yet always fleeting. Death, the inevitable end, the long drop, the only escape from time’s eternal dance for mortals and gods alike. But what is death without time? What is time without death? What are either without a beginning?

Plus, like, yknow, it looks rlly cool…

Yap session over. Either way, i’m VERY satisfied w Boros AND the Orange Crown and i’m happy to know everyone else seems to be as well!

[inndelibles]

Melody "Mel" Wilde (he/him)

Finally a visual for Mel, my MC! He may have grown up in Sunset Bird but he's an autumn/winter boy at heart <3 (thanks to @meowzilla93 for the cozy inspo!!)

Since BaxterMC week is almost here I've been cooking up some ideas hehe. Mel is actually my main MC for all the boys, so I either imagine a poly situation or just separate AUs that are Mel x Cove, Mel x Bax, and Mel x Derek. He just has so much love to give 🤧

Random bits about Melody:

- Mel is the quietest of the bunch. He's very shy and prefers not to talk when possible, but luckily he's always had people at his side to stick up for him and help him out (Lizzie can tease him about it, but if you so much as look at him the wrong way she will eviscerate you). Still, when he does open his mouth, you'd better listen, because whatever he's about to say is important. With him, words are to be used sparingly but wisely.

- Even when he foregoes speech, you never have to guess what he's thinking. Melody's expressiveness is rivaled by no one, and he's mastered the art of communicating through looks. Whether it be a stink eye at his sister, a pouty puppy look towards his parents, or a look of pure adoration for the one(s) he loves, Mel finds his face to be a plenty sufficient form of communication for his daily life.

- As much as he prefers cooler weather, he does feel very lucky to have grown up on a beach because he absolutely adores the ocean! If there's anyone who comes close to Cove in amount-of-time-spent-in-the-water, it's Mel.

- Mel's growth spurt was quite unexpected. He was of average height for most of his life, and by the time they all graduated, he had just about met Cove's stature. On the tall side, of course, but everyone thought he'd stop there.

NOPE.

In the few years after graduation, Mel shot even higher. He is by far the tallest person on the block, possibly in the whole neighborhood, and he's not the biggest fan of this fact. Not because of his appearance–there were things he didn't love, but he didn't hate it, either; he really just didn't think about it all that much–but because anyone and everyone could see him from a mile away. Being such an obvious tall-and-lanky presence makes it extremely difficult for him to stay quietly in the background. Oh well.

[seiwas]

who would you ship ur moots with?!!

hi nonie! 🥺 thanks for dropping by!! oh gosh this is a tough one!!! (i have a lot of moots too 😭) let me go through the list!! (it got really long sorry omg)

@andypantsx3: ANDY AND SHOUTO ANDY AND SHOUTO i will shout it at the top of my LUNGS!!! 🥹

@augustinewrites: gojo but i think megumi would be so cute with augustine too 🥺 atsumu or iwa as well!! depending on the mood 🥺

@avatarofstars: mimi and satoru cute cute!!!! 🥺

@bluebird-in-the-breeze: i think shouto and birdie would be so cute ngl 😭 but izuku and birdie would be inevitable, yknow?

@c4ssiopeias: i think of bakugo when i see nova but i also think nanami would be so sweet 🥺

@crysugu: DILTO DILTO DILTO (i'm joking) of course it is none other than 24/7 boyfriend suguru 🥹 (kita now recently too 🥹) (atsumu formerly. maybe in another universe.)

@culturity: idk who blade is but kady loves em so i will love them for kady too 🫶🏻🥺 (if i had to pick from jjk based off just vibes tho... i think... kady would be so cute with yuuji 🥺)

@em1e: emmie would be so cute with suguru PLS 😭 i love the way they write him sm (this is also completely random but kenMA?????)

@firein-thesky: crying bc i associate cielo with hawks so much but also there is satoru but deep down in my heart i think cielo'd be so cute with megumi 🥺😭

@fushisagi: one of my fave tsumu fics is written by ci 😭 so ofc it's tsumu!! 🥹

@gardenofnoah: oh i would love to see bea with nanami 🥺 (but bea's bakugo is also so incredibly soft, kiri feels cute too 🥺)

@getoluver: suguru with angie ofc 🥺 they would be the softest, cutest, purest love ever 🥺

@grim-gril: ofc for riri there is satoru but i'm also feeling major yuuta vibes AND IDK WHY 😭

@hyomagiri: oh ellie would be so cute with satoru or tsumu 😭 i think the energies would match like crazy!!

@itadorey: i think suguru and inez would be so cute 🥺 (tbh tho can u rlly get suguru without satoru...)

@izukusloves: i always think of izuku when i see kc 🥺

@kedsandtubesocks: oh erika and satoru would be so cute, so playful, would make me feel so single... 🥺 but also... nanami and erika... mmm it is doing smth... giving a warm home, domesticity, love 🥺

@kentoangel: of course it is none other than mr. nanami kento. of course it is. choso is close but (for now) mr. kento wins 🥺💗 (such an attractive couple mhm)

@kissxcore: satoru def but also kuroo??!? or oikawa... also iwa... maybe the entire seijoh4???!!? bring me with you alexis 🤧

@konigbabe: moni and satoru 🥺 would be so adorable i think!

@mididoodles: is it weird to say i ship midi with their irl partner... UGH the recent doodles midi made of them were so cute 🥺 they are so cute 🥺

@mimiriko: miriko and suguru would be cute 🥺 but i think shoko would be hot too omg i saw miriko talking abt her recently...

@mintmatcha: either aizawa, nanami, or makki/mattsun for mint omg 😭 (i think makki/mattsun humour would be so fun with mint tho 😭)

@mitsies: ofc it's satoru 😭 but also.... yuuta is looking very MMMM 😳

@naosaki: gojo but also i like the idea of art with yuuji??? omg i think it'd be so cute 😭

@noosayog: i don't talk abt bllk much but i think isagi and noos omg.... yes.... and since noos also loves tobio i can't help but support!! 🫶🏻 but isagi... omg

@pastelle-rabbit: this should not be a question. IT IS MIRAKEI. it is only mirakei forever and ever. keigo and amira keigo and amira forever and ever 🫶🏻

@prettyiwa: ix is my favourite iwa writer so 😭 it would be a disgrace if i didn't say iwa 🥺

@princess-okkotsu: is this even a QUESTION. IT'S YUUTA OFC. it has to be. it's the only answer actually. (sometimes megumi too tho... 😭)

@saetoru: literally not even a question 😭 it's gojo sa(e)toru 😭 tee knows and loves him in a way i could never

@satoruhour: either satoru or suguru for t!! i think their energies match & the banter would be so so fun 🥹

@selarina: ngl sunarin bc he's rina's icon 😭 bUT ALSO i think rina and megumi would be so cute 🥹

@seravphs: gojo is an obv one but i think it'd be cool to see sera w college!megumi 😳 (also wanna see sera w atsumu lowkey... college!shouto would be cute too 😭)

@shdous: satoru but also... lately i've been thinking nanami for ej too 🥹

@saintsugu: ezra and sugu!! ezra and sugu!! 🥺

@soumies: megumi megumi megumi PLS 😭 so so cute (nanami and osamu too in another universe but. MEGUMI) i think he and soph would be so cute together fr 🥺 THE perfect bf.

@stellamancer: deep down its bakugo (hihi 🤭) but unfortunately That Man (gojo) wins for now 🤧

@strawberrystepmom: is this even a QUESTION!!! satoken ftw 🥺 satoru and kendall are so so cute!!

@suashii: sunarin 🥺 but also!! sua's bakugo is so soft!! and i also see suguru 🥺

@threadbaresweater: the way i am fully obsessed with lin and nanami oh god 🥺 there would be so much love and warmth and just home in them i think 🥺

@todorosie: i support the sorin shouto ship 🥹 but also smth about sorin and nanami feels just so!! so!! romantic aaaah

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat: ari and i will die on the satoru hill. we will protect that man with our whole BEINGS. pls. no one gets him like ari 😭

@ufo-ikawa: um. OIKAWA OF COURSE?? ari and i are already planning double dates bc it's impossible to get one without the other 🤧 (in another universe we go for the miya twins unfortunately)

@utahimeow: gojo but also kuroo and TBH TOBIO TOO 😭😭😭 and kenma... and... maybe the entire hq... omg char i can't pick...

@vagabond-umlaut: sukuna feels like a cool match!! ✨

@willowser: is this even a question. OF COURSE it's bakugo. OF COURSE it is. every time willow posts rbs/posts him i get SO GIDDY. i love the way willow loves him 🥺

[helloescapist]

Yushiro.......yushiroyushiroyushirooooo 🤧😚🥺😩 so real of you, tbh. I'd love to hear your take on Yushiro and Reader being tasked with babysitting?? I feel like he'd be the kind of guy to only like his own kids, if at all 💀 but idk, I can only imagine him either being liked against his will or having the pettiest beef with a seven year old 😭😂

*fan girl screaming*

Oh you. Yushiro, a cactus by any other name would be just as barbed. I adore this prickly pear. But the more and more I think about and fawn over this idea…. I feel like I need an entire soapbox (and separate post) for Yushiro as a dad. He would one hundred percent be the dad that snuggles an unwanted family pet. The Kamado child is NOT as cute as his. Godzilla scream.  But for now, I give you this.

Babysitting Headcanons | Yushiro

Word Count: 2523

Setting: Yushiro x gn!reader

Content Warnings: SFW, babysitting, domestic fluff, spoilers for post war [canon pairings]

Summary: headcanons on what Yushiro would be like as a babysitter.

A/N: you cannot convince me Yushiro would NOT look at Nezuko's little one, and think sure-- they're alright. but [YN] and his kid would be precious.

Taking care of a child, even if only for a small period is not a decision Yushiro takes lightly. It is one that is approached with sincere consideration. The spell weaver is more than aware of the implications taking care of a weaker creature entails as well as his own short comings.

Because of this, in most cases, he will adamantly refuse. Often without even providing his own reasoning. The demon is the sort to utter a sharp, “No” before slamming the door in the requestor’s face at full force.

If it hits them, they should have been more considerate of their manners. Serves them right.

However, I can imagine that are some existential circumstances in which he will allow himself to be dragged into the duties of a caretaker. But he’s going to complain.

There is of course if you should make the request of him. Yushiro will muddle through every practical excuse he can outsource for not choosing to take care of the Hashibara brat. Such as the fact he is not confident it is housebroken. The occasional one that he deems substantial, he’ll spill from his lips as quickly as he has conjured it.  Surely the Kamados are available.

However, the moment he sees the smile that has graced your features. The way your finger coos and beckons play, delighted by the little oinker’s cherub features. It’s going to be a long night. He’s a sucker, a simple. He knows it, and it will take little convincing once he sees the yearning touch up on your features.

Yushiro is threatening Inosuke to remain mindful of the time.

However, I think there are special circumstances in which he would be the one to offer childcare. Such as when Tanjiro inquires if the two of you would be up for taking care of the little ones for a bit.

Initially, Yushiro has rejected his request. Insisted that you’ve far too much to do for the time being, and Tanjiro being Tanjiro accepted he bold faced lie with a smile. The tilt of his head, the jingle of his hanafuda earing as he reassures Yushiro that he understands, he will just ask the Haribaras to take care of his little ones while he runs errands.

The gentle natured man waving his hand, the similar gestured copied by that of the child at his side, and one secured to his back as he sets off for Inosuke and Aoi’s residence.

Yushiro will accept it; try to convince himself that the Haribaras are more than capable of caring for a child.

Right? No, no of course they are. Their own children are doing well enough.

Somehow.

It’s only when he sets to work to procure groceries for the night’s dinner, passing Aoi upon his route that the realization sinks in. Inosuke. Has. The. Child.

Discarding all of his items in a single hall, the mad dash to the Haribara residence. Every fear evident on the sweat of his brow, the boar’s childcare a resemblance of torture. He will give Tanjiro a lecture for ever being stupid enough to leave the little ones in ITS care.

One way or another, whether brought on by your insistence to spend time with the little piglet’s façade of adorableness as if for one moment it will not mark the furniture as it snuggles into your arms, or of the obvious stress and rage, fretting over the stupidity the younger brat had inquired.

The Kamado children slung under his arms, leaving him only too kick down the door if you had somehow not heard his approach. A rage fueled scolding threatening to boil over.

Either way, the children are now in your care for the night.

To his dismay, smaller children insist on clinging to his sleeves. Beckoning him to play, daring to challenge him. Similar to the way an older cat is pestered by smaller children.

He doesn’t understand why the child insists on interacting with him. He has met its based needs; you’re more than available.

Does it really not understand that he has expressed he does not wish to be touched? Why is it doing that? Not the books. Not the books! He has told them time and time again! The bookshelf is unleveled, they’ll hurt themselves. Why doesn’t it listen? What is this sticky texture? Dogs have better manners.

WHY IS IT STICKY?

It will be a lot of back and forth banter, ones that edge upon the fray of his insanity. Some part of his questions how any demon in their right mind would make a meal of such small annoying creatures.  

The Kamados willing opted to further their bloodline.

Before, the fatigue has met his age. The ends of his hair curled and jutted at odd ends, submitting himself to whatever sticky torture the little credent’s have in store for him. Yushiro is just too worn out to fend himself off any further.

Where as the smaller child’s mere close proximities, its insistence to remain at his side, to lay upon his laps, and listen to the textbooks he has at his disposal are of high demands, it is the older child that has truly sparked his ire.

The slit of his cat like, lavender eyes tracing the silhouette of your form, and the little trespasser who dares to insist entangling his arms around your waste. That of a little duckling that insists upon toddling after you despite the fact you are attempting to prepare its dinner. It’s honeyed false words, sweet and well-practiced.

Far too smooth for its age, lulling you into its hold with its large eyes. How it convinces you to dismiss the way he dares to quip a knowing smile Yushiro’s way from time to time. Such as the way you pet its head.

The little bastard knowing all too well the angle its working, drawing his ire more and more. The little one has made a dangerous enemy. The way the Kamado child nuzzles into your chest, claiming the majority of your attention under the false pretenses it misses its mother. Not once has Yushiro ever seen that little narcist snuggle its mother so possessively.

The war of words, the little human’s tongue as sharp as his own leaving only the older demon in a poor lighting. As  though Yushiro had gone out of his way to initiate a war with the brat, the only one to receive your scolding for such immature behavior. It started it. He’ll pout from his seat, as the younger children cling to his features.

He’s not taking his eyes off of it.

Would be quick to seize the opportunity to instigate turmoil for the older child, such as allowing the younger children to launch an attack on their sibling. He didn’t see a thing.

Just gave them the blueprints.

Or the teasing pout of his tongue when he reminds you if the human’s impending bedtime. Still a brat. How agitated he openly expresses himself, the grit of his teeth when the little boy dares to point out that his mother tucks him in before bed and waits at his side until he drifts to sleep.

A worthy opponent.

Yet, as the later hours captures their small features. Innocence, and peaceful snores that meet the dead of night. Serene in the heaves of their chests beneath the heavy blanketing. Unaffected by their surroundings, succumbed to full bellies and the gentle lull of your lullaby. Drifted to sleep where they dropped.

The tender way he tucks them to bed, a secret he ushers you to keep from the others. The small smile that finds his lips, quick to tuck in the child that has strayed from its futon, and sooth the ends of the older child his enemy.  

Hush the occasional distress that falls between the roll of their bodies, eager to scoot just a little closer to his side. At first, he is refusing their approach. All too well of the importance of bedtime routine and trying to instill it on the small human despite its efforts.

The blissful late hours giving way to the fall of your eyelashes, in which the child launches one last chance to curl into Yushiro’s lap. He’ll tell himself, that it’s the fatigue, or perhaps trauma bonding, but he does not fight the curl of  the child’s chubby hands as it tucks to his side.

The delicate way he finds himself cupping the child to his chest and rocking it into the depths of the night. A lullaby that he had carried from his humanity, near erased amongst the passage of time.

If you should stir to the high of his voice, he will deny your inquiry in the morning. Swear that your dreams have robbed you of your senses. Denied at every turn.

Would be the type to wake up early in the morning if your babysitting duties have resulted in an impromptu sleepover. Inosuke would be the type to lose track of time and leave his kid far longer than promised. An early riser, quick to set to making breakfast.

Rice that has been given an added touch of umami as well as sweetener to appeal to the little ones, fried eggs, and octopus sausages, procured from his funds the means of adding extra apple rabbits to the plates.

Don’t you dare draw attention to it.

Yushiro is still going to give the Kamdos an earful for daring to leave their child in Inosuke’s care, incase you had forgotten, or to flip the bill to Aoi if any of the furniture should require laundering after a few “accidents”.

 After you’ve waved the families away, he’ll insist he’s relieved to see the little trespasser have left, but you will not miss the gentle tone in which he utters each little one’s name. Nor the way he safeguards the drawings they little ones have left in the garden sands.

Swears the little ones would cry if their artwork were disposed of---- not that he’s welcoming it back any time soon!

Truthfully, I don’t think it’s so much that Yushiro hates children by default. Rather, I believe he’s well aware of his own emotional short coming.

Children, especially toddlers have high emotional needs, and require a well-developed caretaker to address each one as they come. That of which, Yushiro knows he lacks the emotional aptitude.

Because of this, I can see babysitting suddenly being sprung on him coming at a cost of his emotional well being. He’s stressed. Holding the child away from his body as he walks. All while pondering, what is he supposed to do with this?

No, without an fully drafted plan of care, or routines unique to the expected child, Yushiro is panicked and uneasy. You may smile and reassure him that it will come to him—it’s merely nature. But what if such instincts were absolved in his demonic state?

Speaking of care of routine, I can imagine Yushiro being the type that when he has agreed to take a burden in even for a small time, he’s the sort to take meticulous notes on its care.

How often should he feed it, does it know how to use the facilities on its own? The look on his face when the parents insist that he addresses their bundle of joy as such, rather than a dog. He’s reminding them a dog has better manners.

As a care taker, Yushiro is the type to instill strict regimen—to be fair all of his rules are all well thought out with the intentions of protecting the child.

However, he is rigid, and when the child does not abide by instruction, he’s likely to be far more temperamental than he should. Especially for smaller children. Oh god it’s crying.

Realistically, he’s kind of an ideal babysitter by the parent’s standards, especially when he has reviewed the day’s agenda, and emergency contacts, but for the child, he’s a near nightmare. You want a treat? Here’s an extra serving of peppers.

Though, he is rather combative and competitive by nature, and I suspect that you may enjoy walking upon the smallest, pettiest of competitions that ignite play in the old soul, such as sniffing out a hidden child in a game of hide and seek, or parrying wooden sword after practice weapon with ease.

Secretly delights in the awestruck eyes as the children gaze up at him. Offers a knowing laugh, and offers to teach them—when they’re older.

He will not instruct milk drinkers.

That being said, I can see him having warmer bedside manners for children, such as the Kamados that he is more familiar, or exposed to regularly. Perhaps because it gives him a small obtainable interaction, he has see the way Kanao soothes her children, or the firm approach Aoi regards her little piglet with; he’ll do his best to apply what he has observed to practice.

In fact, because of how routine infants often are, I suspect that Yushiro would not only enjoy taking care of a baby, but would find it a comfort in comparison to the sticky terrors that toddlers provide.

Babies are simplistic, in a way that provides him wit the confidence to meet their needs with little hesitation. He has studied the child’s cries and cooes, and responds accordingly.

The little “eh”, as it struggles to arch its back, Yushiro will be proactive, quick to usher the child in the righted position, and offer gentle pats across its back. Praying for the burp to release the infant from its discomfort.

The little creature is so small and frail between his fingers, he would likely not be up to applying the proper force into his pats only frustrating it and him.

Always worried that he may break it, and yet, they are simple creatures. Able to address their needs in the smallest of coos, delighting in the snuggles that are offered.  

But, the cries will send him to his knees.

Just as it would with the toddlers, because at the end of the day, Yushiro struggles processing his own emotional needs, so much so that he simply cannot handle the tears. He feels guilty that he is unable to address their needs. Or have a clue what the need is.

It is essentially his own hinderance in the emotional caretaking category that has him shudder away from emotional interactions. Frustrates and guilts him that he has not the means to soothe their tears, nor meet their cries as he should.

Aware that he may become frustrated.

But this experience has left him to run analysis of your relationship, of your hopes, and perhaps... having a little one of your own.

[morallygreyyn]

crewel wearing those discreet collars in public PURRRRRRR

Crewel wearing necklaces with your initials on it

Crewel likes it whenever you'd place a hand on his back or on his snatched delicious waist in public

as much as possible, would want to eat together with you so that he'd know that you're eating well and not skipping meals

I FEEL LIKE he'd love to pepper kisses on your face and he'd love it when you sneak kisses on his neck

i feel like when crewel's expecting, he'd be super cuddly with u and every morning when you wake up, he's just snuggled up into your neck with his arms wrapped around you. and he'd snap at everyone except u bc mood swings lmao

THE WAY I AM BEING FED SO WELL 😮‍💨 these omega crewel asks are just reviving me so keep em coming and i'll keep him c.......you get the idea

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crewel literally not giving a single fuck about his collar being shown in public and wearing a necklace with your initials?? oml the way he would show that off just to make sure everybody knows that he's taken 💅 sucks to be everyone else

oof there's something so possessive about wrapping your arm around his waist that he just adores you'd be lucky to get him to admit that tho and if you do that in public? oof yes grab him, manhandle him, pull him towards you by his waist bc he eats it up every 👏damn 👏 time 👏 in fact whenever you're out together, your hand is always on his waist

i am notorious for skipping meals so reading that made me aww verbally 🥹 he absolutely would want to spend every meal time with you and ensure that you're eating balanced meals - maybe crewel likes to cook? he is an alchemy teacher after all so i don't think that would be too much of a stretch for him lol - he won't drive but loves to cook, especially for you 😅 he'd probably just use the excuse that he made too much or that you can't cook for shit but it's all a front, he just loves watching you happily eat what he cooks

omgomgomg yes he would absolutely shower you with kisses especially in the mornings or late at night after you both had a very pleasant evening in bed 👀 he'd be so full of love for you that he just can't help himself but to pepper his beloved with kisses

neck kisses? those make his toes curl - it takes every ounce of strength he has not to become utter goo whenever you pay attention to his neck. i imagine that would be such a huge turn on for him, anything involving his neck would be a fast way to doing it either in the bedroom, or if you decided to tease him in public or in his office (bc surely he has one) crewel bent over the desk in his office wOOF

when crewel is expecting he's not gonna let you out of his sight for a moment, and that includes sleeping. his arms would be locked around you in a vice grip, his face snuggled into your chest or the crook of your neck and the sight of him sleeping soundly, face smooth and relaxed in the morning light leaves you unable to bring yourself to wake him. even after he wakes up, i can imagine crewel in no hurry to leave the safety and warmth of your embrace any time soon

mercifully his love for you spares you from being on the receiving end of his vicious mood swings much to your delight and the dismay of everyone around you

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at this point i feel like i need to add crewel to my masterlist 🤧😂 not mad about that tho

we stay winning 😎💅